I’m not one of those people who likes to go to the doctor’s office. I mean, I don’t think there are really that many people that “like” going to the doctor but they’re more than ready to show up for their regular check-ups, give up two hours of life to sit in the pharmacy area, and pay for an office visit when they have a really bad head cold. I’m not one of those people. I will stay home and puke in every empty vessel in the house before I even consider making the effort to visit the doctor. Of course,…

You have to understand that I am a middle of the road kind of person when it comes to almost anything in my life. I think and decide, and then re-think and re-decide, and then kind of come up with an opinion and then I definitely make a decision. And then I re-think it again. I’m hardly ever sure that I am absolutely correct in a situation and more often than not that theory has been proven true. When I was a kid I used to love Choose Your Own Adventure stories and I would read them ad nauseam. Only…

Ah, the bees. Just to start off, let me state that there were lots of bees. So many bees that I was put in agonizing position of feeling gut-wrenching, terrorizing fear for the first time in my life. But I had someone watching over me and my younger sister (who was just as frantically frightened as I was) who basically, in the span of two hours, cemented himself as my forever protector and “The Man Who Could Live through Anything!” I am speaking of my dad, the person without whom this entire story could never be written because he was…